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		What happens to a dream deferred? - Langston Hughes 2014
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river.		Everybody has one. Everyone tries to move Ahead or Away from it but the truth is they all move along with it. It carries us in its arm, like a love child. In Past we incubate, it gestates us every Moment. Past is categorically the present, and the initiator of our future. 2013
Reminds of me of the line, “Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.” by Ernest Hemingway
A mural inspired by the series of paintings on horses in the year 1960 by the prolific painter Mr.M.F Hussain near Fort, Mumbai.	I can see clearly now the rain has gone … I can see all obstacles in my way. -Jimmy Cliff